44 Undead

Low life, livin ruined The mainstream of the lower class Down to dance, street poet The sudden type of the greener grass You want a plain style love and I am down for more You are my pirate treasure number 44 I'm going out of my head, my head Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead A living source of inspiration No forced down neon signs My part of town, my devotion South bound where the people shine You want a plain speed love and we are down for more You are our pirate treasure number 44 I'm going out of my head, my head Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead I'm going out of my head, my head Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead I'm going out of my head (I'm going out of my head) Out of my head Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead (Yeah) (Oh)